Last week did end, and survived! Thank all that is holy.
I knew the crappy week was officially over when our new neighbor brought over a bunch of grass-fed beef from his mom's farm, and a GUITAR for me. My new thing I can not get out of my head is getting a guitar and taking lessons. I could have kissed his long beard and tattooed arms that carried all those lovely gifts. I told him he was inspired, cause I really think he was.
Today was a really good day. It was sunny and my girls are happy and healthy. We cleared out the living room (aka piled all the laundry on a couch) I turned on some music and basically they just tackled each other repetitively. Most people say boys are rough...but most girls I know know how to take some one down too.
We as a family pretty much suck at our goal of having a "family home evening" once a week (where we plan a lesson, sing a song, have a prayer...maybe even a treat!). In fact I dare say it rarely happens. But tonight we did one and the girls ate it up. Then we sang primary songs while they danced in their princes s gowns, logically. We started singing Teach Me To Walk In The Light and Eden immediately started asking to go to bed. Basically it proved Pavlov's dog theory correct again. I sing that song pretty much only at bed time. We cracked up over that.
So here I am, rambling away, Chad is working on his lap top, oh and Mags just woke up for her night cap. Peace out.